I Have Come to Know The Rain.
My unicorn, my legend of pegasus I climb on your back my hands reach for your mane the voyage is set.
I bring flowers and fairies for comfort for when my dream feels cold.
I've come to know the rain.
It is not enough to know that I am cleansed by it.
I want to see its breath hold its message in my hand lest I fall on other journeys.
I suspect you keep secrets your words have become mere noise.
I don't believe your magic just because you scream it.
All the children that I remember visit me.
No matter they are grown I hear them playing.
Outside there are tokens still sunny days to play in.
I miss their laughter.
There are interruptions everywhere they want to be understood.
I thought they would lie down give up but no.
They seem to be weary but still measuring.
I am inclined to bargain against consequences.
I hold my own image up to the light I am not as transparent as I thought.
I feel a huge relief and yet I am not sure of which foot to start with next.
I will maneuver my aim invade my own existence initiate a standard for taking no prisoners.
I can feel myself still standing with somber resolve proclaiming victory over self but never being clear on the final outcome none the less.
I saw dolphins fly last night twas an unusual sight to see.
It seems they had been called upon to gather tokens from the oceans floor gather up the magic of a mermaids charm.
'My' mermaids I ask? Have they left my dream? It is raining and yet there are a few birds singing I sit back sip tea and listen for them.
They sing the only words that I can count on.
It is not enough to understand consequences the moon tells me this is so.
I fold up all prerequisites put them in a closet cover them with flowers I have met and wait for the shelter of rainy days.
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